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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0003

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Nor can she recall where she came from, how old she might be, or even her own name. Her memory is as still as the grove around her.

But neither remain that way for long.

Something is tickling at the edge of the woman’s perception, like a low hum that she feels more than hears. The vibrations are almost comforting in their own way, and for several moments the woman is content to lay amongst the leaves and listen to them intensify. Yet, as the sound sharpens and becomes clear, she realizes what she is hearing: the deep, guttural growls


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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0002

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lays is completely, utterly silent.

Still, the command reverberates off the walls of her soul, through the very core of her being.

Run.

But how can she run? She doesn’t even feel capable of standing; every inch of her aches and her head is spinning with acute vertigo. She is vaguely aware she is lying amidst a copse of trees — she can hear the creak of the branches as they sway in the wind, can smell the musk of vegetation all around her.

How did she come to be here? The woman is startled to realize she does not know.


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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0001

Chapter One


She came to the Pale City alone and penniless,
Bereft of memory, name, and purpose.
She could not know,
As her bloodied feet carried her forward,
That she would leave again just two days hence,
Having permanently altered the course of history.

The Ballad of Mercy May
Third Canto, Second Stanza


Run.

It is the first word the woman hears. Though, how she hears it is yet a mystery. She’s not even sure she is truly awake.

A gentle breeze is rustling the leaves of the trees overhead. In the distance, an eagle cries. Otherwise, the grove in which she


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